Were I some famous type person and I were to wake up dead some morning, you could forgo the Viking funeral and just toss my ashes in a swamp.
That is, providing I'm Learning To Share! did a post on my life & times.
Like this one on the departed Bo Diddley (which features the music tech geekalicious image of Bo in possession of a WEM tape delay).
Or this one on Harvey Korman ("that's Headley . . .").
Beyond the prospect of joining James Doohan (a moment of silence, please . . .) or being shot into orbit by the likes of Jonathan Winters, the famous dead may yet hope to reach escape velocity & return to FABULON.
Meanwhile, looking over the cast of Blazing Saddles on Wikipedia, I noticed at least two long departed celebrities of note, Madeline Kahn and Cleavon Little. [Also, mention of the extant Rodney Allen Rippy.]
Who can begin to say enough good things about Madeline Kahn?
And I hope someday to see some new (and funny) genre parody in which a intransigent crowd unwilling to help will be lead on by the words: You'd do it for Cleavon Little.
And the crowd will say in hushed and reverential tones: Cleavon Little . . .